Love
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Consistency in distance.Constant in my usualpledges, of detailed remorse,laying a finger, loosened,stinging on ancient promise. Unexplored hallways, of a heartticking under a clock’s pendulum, keeping itself hanging. To another display,I would revive all those deadwords, rewriting lettersthat were never read. Without failure, I wouldgift additional unityto those waters, clasping withinall mirrors, all fragments, of reflections,I…
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There’s mimicry,among this collected imagery.I pull in, these waters –they’ve been reminding mehow much an ocean has grown, one of which, I set sailupon a form of countless holes. Who opened fire?Who let me sink,with only two handsto lend me, this rope? For too long,stumbling on answerafter unearthed answer, and stillsomehow, those wordswere speakingthrough their…
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Chosen words.Worshipped promises.Don’t letyour streaming facego astray,letting empty letterspile higher. As your heartcarries you on, in debris,fold those pages. Don’t fold yourself. Remember eachfeint, each tragedyborn upon wicked palms.I was nothing more,than what could notbe brought through. You standat Heaven’s doorway.You’ve knelt,praying at frosted windows.Remember this, if onlyto realizean increment of knowledgethat cannot retreatback into…
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I come along. Answeringwith fever – closer, in theseweighted, pleasuring momentswhen I leave a lingeringdroplet, on your open mouth,for your awaiting glance, testing a ghostto disappear, again. Craving a tear,coming loose. Carvingtwistedness,among jealous eyes, as you were looking awayto see, to pleafor a thing not brought back. Memories lost, among sands,faded inside dusty photographs –blackening…
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Abandoned spark.Hoping. If everything can beall that we, carried in heart,time can stop. Let it be –another cessation at the demonstration,one more kiss, drawn inlike breath that moved a petalfrom a rose,hardened into bleak metal. Lowered eyes.Watering our earth,in our cries. Why elsecan what supports usbe shifting? Why else,with many more breaths,can our views, what…
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What’s closer,in the pain? A certain gleam,resides, delicate in your eyes,through tearsimagined to becrystallizing these blanketing,smothering memories. Whatever leaves youwatered, for gardens,for those that remain empty – you were for liquid, to raiseonly an ocean, from within yourfertile torture. Your wounds bury youinto your own skin.I want to love, if love wouldkeep you closerthan what,…
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All times, we co-exist,faltering before doorways,wary to our shadowsceasing to exit,surrendering to be stilled, upon knees. Faint. With pleas,with arrogance to whatwe will never please. Hand-held. Fingertips frozenon skin’s burning edge. I heat up, to ourocean of surroundings, pulling you close –close, to this disappearing light,kissing a smeared smile, as we blend into mirrors –reflections,…
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It wasn’t alwaysthat you were adrift,being lost, in a mother’s womb,seeking darkness, for your thumb,desperate for that embracewhere love can boil,can be foiled, or can rope you inwith everything to grant you. Simplistic, within. To kisses, with sweatrunning from half-opened eyes,while lips trace overscars, repeated in linesfor signatures, rewritten, and never erased,when you seewhere the…
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Another trailto least follow,while letters fail to sailin their mute blankness,as hands hold air, burying a seedto come up, with the markof a recollected eternitydeep, in this fairytale. Drowning. Once, downingpills, from your bottomless kiss,bottled into a smile,remembered at a mirrorthat leaves smoke, in your favor, while I keep crawling up to it,hoping for another…
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Sufferance. Brought up, onteardrops to write words –those too cruel to be rewritten,though are rewoundin the countdownof a returned life, to the earth, while crying to be reborn,without crying in darkness. Eyelids cannot cover you,in withdrawn attentionfrom scars, raised aboveyour poisoned flesh, nor can I,could I, turn myself awayfrom these woes, raised abovea meaningless breathin…
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Standing before, the cover,the shielding casket lidof a story’s disappointment,an ending – a concealment, and still, I awaitwhat comes next. Eyes forward,towards a funeral,with song, rose, and failurecaretaking what stepswere takento recognize familiarity, without similarity. A brittle unearthingof senselessness. I carried the stars,the infinity of each dropletto let you, come looseinto solid arms. You found…
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I always turnto see you, in mirrors,drawing smoke from your lungs,with an aura of bleaknessaboard, in your eyes, while tears, have left trailsfor hollow footprintsto be anythingbut a temptation. It has meaning.Cremating this heart,while death still holdsa faint breathfrom a tragic smile, a gleaming lockof withering hair –all symbols to releasea sickness you keep, returning…
Modern Romanticism 